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Holly Star (2018)
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[GUNFIRE] - [HORSES GALLOPING] - [HORSES NEIGHING] MAN: Hold it! [GUNFIRE] MAN: This is the law, hands up! CASEY: Hey! [GUNFIRE] - CASEY: Got ya! - Oh God, get outta here. CASEY: Grab your gold, grab your gold! [GRUNTS] Help me, I'm dyin'. Come on, grab your gold. You ain't havin' mine. - [GUNFIRE] - [HORSE NEIGHING] - [LAUGHS] - [GUNFIRE] [GUNSHOT RICOCHETS] - CASEY: Where's your gold? - Yep, I lost it. - CASEY: You ain't havin' mine! - That's fine! I'll take his. He's not gonna last much longer. Aw, crap! BOTH: Shut up! - Oh! - Oh, Jesus! [INDISTINCT SCREAMING] - BILLY: Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey. - CASEY: We gotta get better cover than this. - No, look, look. - [GUNFIRE] - Wyatt go! - [INDISTINCT SCREAMING] Whoo! - [GRUNTS] - [HORSES NEIGHING] MAN: Bandits, sheriff, come on! What the fuck? Who the fuck is shootin' up my fucking town? - [GRUNTS] - [GUNSHOT] You got the gold, boy. You got the goddamned gold. You should be fucking gone by now. - [GUNSHOT] - [BULLET CLINKS] [GUNSHOT] - Wyatt! - [GUNSHOT] CASEY: Don't yell his name, you idiot! - [GUNSHOT] - Let's go, let's go! - We gots to go, man. - CASEY: Wait. - Help with him. - No! CASEY: Do it and share his gold. - Ain't no problem with me. - Fine, you got a deal. You drop that gold, I drop you. Come on. Grab his other arm. - [GRUNTS] - CASEY: Grab your gold. BILLY: I'm gettin' it, I'm gettin' it! [DALLAS GRUNTS] - I believe these are yours. - [COINS CLINKING] Is this your contact? Our contact seemed taller. Was he Chinese? Absolutely not. Well then, I assume this to be Mr. Shandor. Gentlemen, we got double-crossed. Sorry, Bob. Listen up, y'all! I'm the sheriff now. Folks, I'm goin' get me some men together. We're gonna go after them gold-thievin' toe rags. I'm gonna bring that situation to a close. Now where in the blue shit is my deputy? JOE: That'd be me, Sheriff. Right here. NOONE: Well, that's quite an advantageous defensive position you had there, Joe. Care to enlighten us, how all this started? The bank robbers shot their way out of the bank, after Mr. Timms found them rootin' around in there. He tried to be a hero and well... [BREATHING HEAVILY] I don't know about y'all, but I needs to get out there and riddle them bitches with lead. They blasted their way outta town, Sheriff. They shot Donegan. I think he's dead. - You think? - Pretty sure. His-- his head's a foot away from his body. I've got tracking experience. No one better than me in town. Fine. There's plenty of trees for you to hide behind. CASEY: Whoa, whoa. Hey fellas, hold up. Hey, why are we stoppin'? They'll have trackers. We gotta split up. You're gonna slow us down, little brother. I'll be fine. Come on, now. We're wastin' time. And you, you gimme your share. Come on. Take him. We split here. You head to the rendezvous. Fix him up. I'll leave a trail in the opposite direction, lightfoot it back to you fellas. - Casey? - It's okay. I'll stomp about for a bit, give 'em something to follow. I'll let this horse go off, then I'll double back like a ghost. They don't call me Lightfoot for nothin'. They don't call you Lightfoot. Hey. You promised me his share. Well, that's the thing, isn't it? You dropped your share. [SCOFFS] I'm gonna hang onto my share, and his. The way I see it, you got some coin to earn. I'll split everything with you, if my brother's alive when we all make it to the rendezvous. Or I could just shoot you right now. I isn't no mathematologist, but I also figure your gun's bone dry. Yeah. - Interestin'. - It is. Seein' how you's supposed to be the hired gun, and he just got the drop on you while digesting a lead sandwich. Don't you move. You know, maybe you're already gettin' paid what you're worth - in getting away with nothin'. - That's horseshit. I gunned down half a dozen men back there. - You boys just wasn't lookin'. - Dallas, take his gun. Hand it over. Real slow like. All right, now, you go take those bullets out. You give him back the empty iron. DALLAS: There's five bullets in here. [LAUGHS] Well, I guess I ain't no mathematologist, huh? You know what I'm doin' here, Billy? I'm buyin' these bullets off you. Pay the man when you get to the mine. It's from my share. We'll split everything, three ways when I get back to you guys. Billy. He dies, you die. You take it easy, brother. Let's go. MAN: Somebody go wake up Swain and the Mugridge boys. At least they didn't damage the safe. - Our bank has been robbed. - Bandits. The perpetrators are on the run. Heading towards the woods. - Degenerates. - Harlots. Filth. I understand the sheriff was killed too. Yes. And some good men. - Some very badly injured, sir. - Well? What are you gonna do about it, huh? Huh? Sheriff Noone is puttin' a posse together, sir. Well, that's something, I suppose. Hmm. There is a-- a question about reward, sir. Well, and doing your job is not reward enough? With a promotion there comes a raise-- I mean for the men, sirs. Very well. Twenty dollars. Dead or alive. Now, on your way, Joseph. Time is money. And thanks to those hamstringing harlots, we currently have neither. Harlots? I didn't say anything about the perpetrators being women, sir. No? I'm sure I saw. They were deeply unattractive perhaps. You're the lawman. Now, I want this done. You tell Sheriff Noone to get it done, you understand? - Now go. - Go! Sir. [WOMAN CRYING] Cor. What's all this, then? Oh, something's clearly up. Come on, let's just-- All right, love, I'll take care of this. Oi, mate, what's occurring? What's going on? Ban-- bandits got away. - I-- I-- Into the woods. - [GASPS] Are you mobbin' up? You organizing a mob? You gonna go lynch some crims? - De-- dead or alive. - Dead or alive. Oh, that makes it so much simpler, don't it? Alive is such a ball-ache. Hey, what's the reward situation like? Should a devastatingly handsome gun-for-hire such as myself partake of this posse? Mis-- Mister, these is killers we're talkin' about. [CHUCKLES] Oh, mate, I'm from Essex. You think I've never dealt with wrong'uns before? You think these blokes are desperate, you should try Pitsea when the tavern's closed. You're not from around here, are you? No. Been here five minutes, mate. Listen, if I were you, I-- I wouldn't partake in any of this stuff. I don't want to see the things I seen. I-- I-- I just-- I just wanna go down to the whorehouse and die fuckin', you know? I can't deal with all this shit, okay? Yeah, well, let me tell you something, all right? I've been traveling for God knows how long, through desolate nothingness, to get to this shining beacon of frontier opportunity. I've seen nothing but dust. I've had no cuppa tea worth a damn since Portsmouth. I haven't had a chance to wash my face, let alone my balls, for 48 hours. I'm itchin' like a dusty dog, and I smell like a badger's arsehole. I've got ten, 12 hours max before I must have a bath. And on top of that, me wife's bleedin' knackered. And when she gets knackered, she gets grumpy. - Oh, no, I'm-- I'm fine. - Eh, ju, ju, buh, buh. See, see? Unplacatable, unplacatable. I just don't need any more of her rabbit in me lugholes, - do you know what I mean? - It's your funeral. - What a nice man. - Yeah. - Here you go. [SIGHS] - Yeah. Oh, um, where you going? I can't mess up an opportunity like this, can I? - Okay. - It's what we came here for. Tell you what, you go get yourself settled, have a wash. I'll see you later, and I'll be back for supper. - All right, be careful. - Yeah, bye. - Bye, darling. - ROMFORD: Bye. Lot of good men died today, not just yours. Posse'll be headin' out soon enough. But I don't think I'll be needin' any ladies goin'. We'll catch them bitches soon enough. Sorry for your loss, ma'am. Saw a lot of what happened, Sheriff. Yeah, but you did a lotta nothin' about it. - We tried. - I want them fucks caught. And killed. Whatever it takes to bring this day to a close. The three men I saw, they took off on Wilson's thoroughbreds. Well, if'n they up into the woods, then we'll catch 'em up soon enough. You tell the men to shoot to kill. And dress up warm. It gets cold up in them there hills. Do you hear anything about a reward? Twenty dollars. Is that all you can get? Don't worry about it, Joe. It'll be enough. Never underestimate the desperation for money in this broke-ass town. [GUN COCKS] Where are the horses? I sent 'em away. We're gonna go in a different direction. - How far to the mine? - Far. You weren't out long. I ain't carryin' you. [URINATING] Had to pick a place way out in the woods. Nice idea, Bill. Wouldn't you rather die out here? I think I'd rather be eaten by crows than rot in the dark. If'n you're not there, you go home empty handed. If I'm not there, Casey'll kill you. We'll see. We'll see. If he draws on me, he's a dead man. [LAUGHS] You mean like that time you drew on him, what was it, about ten, 15 minutes ago? And he sorta just took your piece straight outta your hand? All that time an unconscious man drew on you. Now, who was that, again? I forget. I get all fuzzy and fucked up. Oh, that's right, yeah. It was me. Fuck you. Besides, you're empty, remember? That's a fair trade, compadre. That's if your brother comes back. If I was him, I'd wander off with all that gold rather than share it. Yeah, well... he ain't you. Come on, now. You're leavin' as big a trail as your brother with all that blood. Aw, this is grand, this is. Proper manhunt. This is how you spend a Sunday. Do you know where we're headed? Yeah, I got an idea. How many guns we facin' down there? - I saw three ride outta town. - I saw three, but they're tough sons-a-bitches. Cor, you ain't met my wife properly yet. Compared to her in one of her moods, bunch of cutthroat desperadoes is like taking the easy way out. Oi, which one-a them two's the most approachable? Ah, tops, what's his name? Limey Joe. Limey Joe. All right. Thanks, boys. Reckon I might be up for a promotion or something. You're welcome. - Limey Joe. - Fuck off, talk to me like that. Go stand over there with the others, - you fucking prick. - All right. No need to let your rooster crow before sunrise. I was just havin' a think about this posse, right? What we need is leadership-- You aren't listening to me, are you? Fuck off, right? No, no, no. No, you're still not listening. Fuck off. Fuck off. Go back over there and fuck off. Once this whole thing is done, you can "un-fuck off." But until then, fuck off. [CHUCKLES] Fucking fuck off. [CHUCKLES CONTINUES] Ha-ha, yeah, very funny, dickheads. I left England to get away from pricks like that. And you. [PANTS] [BIRD FLAPPING] [WHOOPING] [WHOOPING CONTINUES] There it is. You all right? Goddammit. Here. No, no, no, no, no. Wake up. Hey. You're dying. You die, I do not get my gold. Or we could both die here. The crows can have what little gold we've with us. You stink like shit. You ain't no rose garden yourself. Yeah, you're gutshot. All right. All right what? We need to get that bullet outta you before it poisons you. Your brother's gonna be a while. I need to keep you alive. - Alive. - Who'd a thought we'd be havin' so much fun, huh? You ain't comin' anywhere near me with that blade. It's worth a shot. If you have any other ideas, you let me know, huh? First move you make that I don't like, you're dead. Is that gonna help? Well, it couldn't hurt. I'm sure as shit no doctor. Now, you are not gonna be likin' what I'm gonna be doing for the next few minutes. If you're gonna be twitching, do us a favor. Take your finger off the trigger. I think that posse is within earshot. Oh, and don't scream too loud. [GRUNTS] [GRUNTING CONTINUES] [SCREAMS] - [BONES CRACKING] - [SCREAMS] Oh, sh... [SCREAMING CONTINUES] Fuck! Fuck! [GRUNTS] Oh, fuck. [SCREAMS] Fuck! Dammit! Fuck it. Somethin' on your mind, deputy? It's just I've been watching and there's-- there's no sign they came this way. No tracks, no prints, nothing. - Your point? - Where are we going? We're gonna go find the menstruatin' she-devils that killed our men and robbed our bank. Again, I haven't heard anyone say nothing about these robbers being women, Sheriff. You laid your eyes on 'em? - They weren't women, Sheriff. - See, I seen 'em. And I fully understand why you might have these ladies confused for men. They got a reputation for being a particularly hideous sight to behold. Well, I've been watching you. And you ain't looked at a single track. You wanna head back? There ain't no barrels out here for you to hide your fat ass behind, boy. Well, look at that. I'm feelin' uncomfortable. It's a very incommodious sensation. Do you still got it, Joe? How's that shaking hand of yours? That's the question, isn't it? Are your barrel-hidin' days over? [DALLAS SCREAMING] Just keep up, deputy. I know where I'm headin'. [SCREAMS] Shh. Shh. Shh. Shh, shh. [DALLAS GROANS] - [MAN WHOOPING] - Christ, it's all your wailing. - Come on! - [SCREAMS] Oh, oh, oh, my God, this is excitin', innit? Isn't this exciting? Oh, my God, I love it. Shh, get down. Hey mate, what's up with Chuckles? Oh, our new deputy? He's a drunk barrel of piss. He's fast, though. Quick with his piece. Well, - sure as hell used to be. - What, him? Bollocks. He don't look like much to me. Oh, I heard he took out six men. One bullet each. Put 'em all down. Somethin' happened, though. Dunno what. Maybe he saw too much violence. He turned yellow. Now he just keeps a low profile. Spends most of his time a little sauced. Bloody posh wankers. Get all the breaks. Bloody sick of this shit. We'll see what's what... There they are. Open fire! [GUNFIRE] Woo! [PANTS] MAN: Yahoo! Yee haw! - [ROMFORD LAUGHING] - [MAN LAUGHING] [GUNFIRE] [LAUGHING CONTINUES] BILLY: Hey, watch your head. Get on. - Oh, God. - [GUNFIRE CONTINUES] Oh, we're cornered. This is it. I wanna go out fightin'. - Who are you assholes? - Friends of yours? Which one of these fellas Shandor? Not a one. Hold your fire! [NOONE] Yeah, why not? Let's hand 'em over. Posse ain't here for us. Jesse Pederson and Annie Langston! How does that guy know we was in here? NOONE: We know you're in there. Come on out! Who the fuck is Jesse Pederson and Annie Langston? Boys, they're cornered in there. Keep your distance. Keep an eye on them. That the law? You brought the goddamn law with you too? JESSE: Christ almighty. This doesn't make sense. I mean, sure, you girls are probably gonna do a long dance at the end of a short rope, but we can make it easy on you. Well, easier. You hit a bank in the town of Bathwater. You dirty bitches gotsta pay. - You hit the bank? - Chew on my grits. It's okay, I got this. Fuck you, cocksmokers! - You're full of shit! - Shh! Easy. I'm just makin' conversation. Now they know we're here. They seemed to be aware of that from the start! - Where's Shandor? - Who cares? Let's just lift the gold off these two. They haven't got any gold. You gonna pay for your crimes, plain and simple. So come on out. I'm a man of my word. Bollocks you are. Boys, your sheriff hasn't got a clue who robbed the bank. We haven't done any trackin', any hunting. We just took a stroll through the woods and ended up here. Those girls up there, they didn't rob the bank. Did anyone see any women? Anyone? You? No. So, what's going on? Jesse Pederson and Annie Langston's confidence tricksters wanted in three territories. Confidence tricksters? We're after fucking robbers! Killers! Them girls was all kindsa troublemakers. They stepped up to killin' down south. And bank robbin'. Now, this came in two weeks ago. You'd seen it your own self if you'd spend less time in the saloon, Joe. Now, they killed a lotta fine men. I mean, the audacity of it. Robbin' our bank. On a Sunday. Before church! You got a problem bringin' them ladies in? Now, that reward split between all of us, well, that's a hell of a lot more money than 20 measly bucks. [ALL CHEERING] I think we're gonna get it. Belongs to you, boys. If you do. - [CHEERING CONTINUES] - MAN: Yeah! - Cocksucker! - Oh, why was you gettin' so worked up? They ain't here for you. Any of those sons-a-bitches takes a shot at me, he best not miss! Cowardly, no-good. I mean, was it Shandor? Is he settin' us up? Who fucked you two boys? If it was that asshole, I'm gonna rip his heart out-- - It wasn't Shandor. - How can you be so sure? Yeah, she raises a distinctly adequate point. Where is he, hmm? Should've been here by now. Okay, genius. You mind tellin' me how, whoever it is out there knows who we are, - and-- - And how he knows we're here? Your fucking guess is as good as mine. We killed your compadre. - Shandor, I think his name was. - What? Mighty tall for a Chinese fella. Tall as any man that come crossed me 'round here. He confessed it all, though. Before he took a bullet to his skull. What? What he do that for? He's talkin' about shootin' Wyatt. Wyatt? He was with us. But his last name sure as shit is not Shandor. And Shandor sure as shit ain't Chinese. - [CHUCKLES] - [GRUNTS] You ladies are takin' the blame for something we done. If you done it, then where's your damn gold? Under the rainbow. Oh, wow. They ain't comin' out. I'm gonna need myself a first man on the way in. Deputy, you keen for the job? Yeah that's what I thought. We'd have long since got to the bottom of this if you'd have taken care of business in town anyhow. Now, that mineshaft is dark and narrow. They got all the eyes and all the cover. We storm in, we could take it. But it's gonna take a little doin'. What, a bottleneck? Kill everyone? - Yeah, great idea. - That's a coward's response. Well, yeah, but is-- is there another way in? There may well be. You have yourself a point there, son. Let's have a couple men go scoutin' around the back of them there hills, see if there's another exit. Any volunteers? What? Where is it? - His brother took off with it. - Man, shut up. And you led the posse here so he could get away with it all? - Noble. - That ain't how it is. My brother will be here, and when he is, you won't be gettin' shit. Oh, we're gettin' somethin', all right. Blame. All this stress, it's makin' me sober. I don't like it. That look of concern on your face ain't helpin' none. We're fine. Just a hitch, that's all. We'll find another way, make some money, then we can disappear. - For a while, at least. - Okay. Maybe it ain't over. I mean, we can lift whatever loot these two have comin'. No loot'll be comin' with that posse out there. This stinks. Why'd you come here... of all places? It's our rendezvous point. Seemed out of the way. JESSE: Who decided on this place? - Casey. - Casey who? DALLAS: My brother. JESSE: You have any kind of feud with your brother? Any reason for him to send a posse after you? - He'll be here. - ANNIE: He better. If'n we're takin' the heat for your robbery, I think it only fair we get the gold too. You'd have to take it off us, you rotten, whoring, cu-- - [GUN COCKS] - Duck! - [GUNSHOT] - ANNIE: Oh, fuck! What the fuck? - CASSIDY: Shit! - [GROANS] JESSE: Annie, for Christ sake, cool it. - CASSIDY: Shit! - JESSE: There's a goddamn posse out there waitin' to string us up from the tallest tree, and I wanna know some answers. Seems we're the center of a setup. Oh, there's a setup? This is just poor timin' and a bungled robbery, thanks to these lunkheaded numskulls bringin' heat to our doorstep. You know, I'm startin' to think that perhaps you ladies aren't quite the professionals I thought. And I'm startin' to think the best contribution you can bring to this conversation is silence. Aw, hell. Oh, I'm-- I'm just a businessman. What do I know? You know, it seems to me like we all is in somethin' of a predicament. You can say that again. BILLY: I thought that we'd go out with a bang. Here and now. Jesus Christ, you been carryin' that around this whole time? We're dead men if we go, we're dead men if we stay. And I ain't cowering in some cave, hostage to you bastards, or being fodder for some hungry posse. That is the smartest thing you've said thus far, but, uh, I'd like to explore some other options... if you don't mind. We don't need to start no shootouts. Or blow ourselves up. Just need to wait for Casey. He'll get us out. Like fuck he will! Son of a bitch is so crooked he could swallow nails and spit out corkscrews. I ain't been so sure of anythin' in my whole life. He'll be here. He probably just had to go the long way around and lose the tail. Maybe, maybe he got caught. That's how they knew you was comin' here. That sheriff has himself a loud mouth. I can't help but think that if he caught my brother, he'd let us know. Would you please put that thing down? Fine. But I'm keepin' this. [CASEY GRUNTS] [COINS CLINKING] [SCREAMS] - [BIRD FLAPPING] - Fuck. [GRUNTS] [FLAPPING CONTINUES] Fuck! Oh! [PANTS] [GRUNTS] Come on. [GUNSHOT] [GRUNTS] - [GUNSHOT] - [PANTS] [GUNFIRE CONTINUES] - [GUNSHOT] - [CASEY GRUNTS] [COINS JINGLING] His brother fucked us. That is not your gold. You're goddamn right, it's not my gold! Yeah, your brother just sent us on a long walk so that we could get caught and strung up. Which is exactly what I would've done. You don't know him. He ain't like you. You can keep the rest of my fee. Go on, take a look at it. Take a look. Yeah, that's it. That's right. Lead coins. He took every last piece. He didn't even have the decency to leave us one lousy coin. Oh, I hate to say it, friend, but I don't really see what else could've happened. Your brother owes me for five bullets! He wouldn't do that. He wouldn't. People do all kindsa strange things when money gets involved. - He wouldn't. - I wish I could say it's the worst I've seen blood kin do to one another, but it ain't. Not even close. Your brother is a no-good, thieving, double-crossing snake. Now, you digest that with what is left of your gut, and the bullet that he left in you for me to take out. ROMFORD: D'you reckon we'll still get some of that thousand dollars that sheriff promised us? I ain't doin' this for shits and giggles. I mean, I was. Like, who don't wanna be part of a posse? But for 1000 dollars, I could get me wife some gingham and shut her up. So do you-- you do this sorta thing a lot, do ya? - I've done enough. - Oh. They call me Johnny Romford. Johnny Romford? Who calls you that? Everyone. Oi, that sheriff's a bit of a prick, isn't he? It's his first day. We're on the same page now. Page? I don't read, mate. I'm more of a doer, you know what I mean? - Have you done this before? - Oh, I'm from Hornchurch, mate. - Well, you ever killed a man? - See previous answer. [LAUGHS] So what's a posh bloke like you doing in a place like this? - What makes you think I'm posh? - You can read, can't ya? [SCOFFS] What d'you know about the back entrance? To the mines, I mean. What you get up to the brothel is entirely your, uh, your business. There ain't no back entrance. Those women weren't robbers. - And this is all bullshit. - Oh. Isn't that a back entrance? Stand back. Don't bleed on my stuff. Oh, his blood is coagulatin' just fine. He ain't one-a those homo-philiacs. JESSE: Even so. Looks like your friend there is gonna last about as long as a pint of whiskey in a five-handed poker game. I done what I could. Waste of time that was. CASSIDY: Hey, watch it. You're mighty antsy, is all. Been travellin' with these ladies here for a month now. It's a miracle we haven't all shot each other yet. I don't give a fuck. I would quite like to get my gun back, go out there, and shoot that posse. - We's waitin' for my brother. - Oh, here he goes again. No one's comin'. His brother ran off, and he's mighty rich. He don't need to go down no mine. We got separated. And what do they mine here anyway? Gold. Yeah. Looks like they tapped it out or somethin'. Yeah, tapped it out. You okay there? Why'd you suggest this town? Bathwater? It's a gold town. What better place you lookin' for? Gold town with, uh, an empty mine. Strange place to rob, is what I been thinkin' for some time now. I'm a businessman, not a miner. What do you want from me? There's other mines, I'm sure. Yeah. Hey, I did my research. This town was built on the promise of gold-rich hills, but... well, that didn't quite turn out to be the case, now, did it? Interestin'. Right? [CHUCKLES] How did you folks meet, anyway? Oh, we've been on the road since forever. Cassidy here, he's-- We met Cassidy on the road. Offered us a little somethin' for protection, and came up with the great idea of robbin' that bank - over there. - Look, fascinated as I am about the specifics of mine durability, none of this is gonna matter if that posse comes down, shoots us all. You an outlaw? Not as a rule. Hell, what is an outlaw nowadays? I'm no gun hand, that's for sure. I also know it's pretty damn hard to stay entirely on the right side of the law - if you wanna eat. - Yeah, ain't that the truth. - Dammit, goddammit. - I'm just a businessman whose investment has turned a little sour, that's all. Way I see it, I'm just as likely to catch lead as any of you when the bullets start flyin'. Fuck this place. We'll regroup and rob the next town over. This is Sheriff Buford J. Noone. Again. I'm gonna give y'all till the count of three to come out. Then we're comin' in all guns blazin'. Gimme my gun back. I'll fight. I just need some bullets. We gonna pick through them bodies afterwards to figure out the reward. What you ladies got to say to that? All right, have it your way. One! Two! - Three! - I'm a hostage! A hostage? Yeah. - In a mine? - Yeah! - Bullshit. - Bull true, asshole. My name-- my-- my name is Cassidy John Boucher! You a hostage? You alive? It would appear as such! What the fuck are you doin' in there with them fugitives, Boucher? If that's who you say you is. We done have two skirts and another fella robbed our town. I's likely to believe you's one of 'em. - So we're comin' in! - No, no, no! - I-- I've got information. - What are you talkin' 'bout? Anyone in there know who you is? Well, not exactly. I'm guessin' you and I both know you'll be in a barrel of shit if you go blowin' me outta my boots in your clusterfuck of a raid! All right, I admit it. I'm rich... kind of. - NOONE: We're goin' in! - Fuck! Hell, they want hostages, we got two of 'em, I reckon. - Fuck you! - Not when I'm sober, or drunk! - Dammit. - All right, I'll go out there. You just gimme a gun and some bullets, and I'll take care of the sher-- Goddammit, goddammit, just gimme the goddamn gun. Motherfucker! BILLY: You guys are mean. Hostage, my ass. Sheriff? This place has been abandoned for years. Who the fuck they got in there? It's one of their gang, that's who. So we're goin' in? Yeah. Fuck that hostage. If'n he don't get killed, we say they shot him. - You understand? - All right. - Yeah, you got it, Sheriff. - Yeah. All right. All right, now get y'alls ready. The only way this is gonna go down is hard and fast. I'm gonna be right behind y'all. The plan is this. You get yourself into that cave, and if it moves, you shoot it till it don't. That's it. Get yourself into position, and gussy up, y'all. They're comin', I know it. They ain't takin' me alive. Oh, I didn't know you was still alive. We have to take them out. Come on, now, gimme my gun. I'll go out there, I'll put a bullet right in between that sheriff's eyes, and then we'll have something of a bond. Give the man his piece. - And Dallas' piece. - JESSE: Might as well. You won't mind exchangin' some lead for bullets, would ya? JESSE: Go on. Thank you kindly. I don't know, guys. We start shootin' now, there's only one way this ends. Hey, how 'bout I step outside, hmm? - Maybe talk 'em down. - From what I understood, you didn't wanna have nothin' to do with the law. Well, in-- in an ideal world, no. But needs must. Any better ideas? I'll talk to 'em here, and you guys run. Nothin' back there but more mine. You tryin' to get rid of us? What, it's better than gettin' shot down here, ain't it? You stand a chance then, at least. Hey, you really think Casey screwed us? CASSIDY: The guy had plenty of places to pick them off. Hell, he could put a real dent in their numbers before they even get to him. Every one of us can walk outta here clean. We can do that much better from in here. We'd be better off if we were spread out a bit. Oh, think on it. You can lead them into the dark. I could hold 'em off from here. Anyone does that, they're dead for sure. Oh. May-- maybe there's a-- another exit back there or something, I-- Why would you say that? I mean, there might be. What are you cookin' up? Cookin' up a crock of shit, that's what. Why-- why don't we all just relax, huh? I'm, uh, I'm just gonna step outside, hmm? And like I said, do the very decent thing of buying y'all some time to-- - [GUNSHOT] - [SCREAMS] CASSIDY: Jesus! How's about you just hang out here instead? BILLY: Fuck this. I'm goin' out there to shoot the sheriff. - Just like I promised. - [GUNS COCKING] Well, him you'll let. Go and kill them homo-philiacs! Which one of you sons a bitches is the sheriff? [GUNSHOT] [MAN GRUNTS] [GRUNTS] [SCREAMS] - [FLESH SQUISHING] - [GUNSHOT] [BOTH GRUNT] [GRUNTS] Shit. [GRUNTS] Come and get me, you fuckers! [GUNSHOT] You're fairly certain your brother wouldn't stab you in the back, right? My brother's done a lot of things. He wouldn't do that. Not to me. Suppose you stole what you all thought was gold, but that gold had already been stolen? What on earth are you talkin' about? Maybe that bank wanted to be robbed. Just needed someone desperate enough to go and do the job. Fuck. Jess. CASSIDY: [LAUGHS] You're crazy. Well, how would that even work? - For what? - The insurance, maybe? Then why not just claim the insurance? Jess, you're a smart girl, but I really don't think you're makin' much - in the way of sense. - First of all, I ain't no girl. I was married to the sickest son of a bitch this side of Colorado. I'm a woman. Second of all, that sheriff up there seems pretty intent on killin' the people robbed that bank, without a trial I'm willin' to bet, despite his offer of a rope. Seems to think them people is me and Annie. He woulda been right, in just about an hour or so. Soon as Shandor showed up. I done told y'all. My brother would not double-cross me. You idiots just got the bank before we did. Who came up with this plan? We all did. Felt that way, didn't it? I shoulda listened to my gut. But I wanted to get us away from this kinda life, and I wanted it too quick. I'm sorry, Annie. Well. This has been fun, ain't it? Maybe it's time we wrap it up. Say, where did Shandor go? It's only Shandor I was interested in. He's worthless. - What do you want with him? - JESSE: Someone needs to get away with the, uh... gold. [COIN CLANKING] JESSE: Unknown, faceless Shandor was to have gotten away with it, in the eyes of the law. He would've made off with the gold, the gold... the bankers woulda kept and claimed stolen for insurance. And Cassidy here... well, he would've killed us both... and added that 1000 buck ransom on our heads to their quarry. He set it up for us to hit the bank. With no gold in it. Well, it's like I said. People do all kindsa strange things when money gets involved. JOE: Nobody move. [SHUDDERS] CASSIDY: Hmm. [GRUNTS] Interestin'. [GRUNTING] - [ANNIE GRUNTS] - [GUNFIRE CONTINUE] [JESSE SCREAMS] [GRUNTS] [GUNSHOT] [GURGLES] [TRIGGER CLACKS] [GURGLING CONTINUES] JESSE: Annie, Annie. Annie! Look at me. [COUGHS] [GRUNTS] [GRUNTING CONTINUES] Oh, God. [GRUNTS] [GRUNTING CONTINUES] Come on, boys! Oh, I'm scared over here. Just waitin' for ya. [BILLY GRUNTING] I'm real lonely. What you waitin' for? I'm ripe for pickin', boys. You yellow sons of bitches! Goddammit, goddammit, goddammit, goddammit. Goddammit. - [BILLY GASPING] - [GURGLING] There wasn't even any money in that place. All we got was-- Lead. You all's left? I hope not. - Who's up there? - MAN: Just me, Sheriff! Everybody else got killed! All right. You two get yourself in that mine, see who's left. And remember there's a bounty to claim when you get them bitches' heads. [JESSE SOBBING] MAN: Get 'em. You gotta get 'em. Get 'em! You got any fight left in you? [GROANS] Noone says he wants the heads. Thousand bucks between two fellas would go a long way. - [SCREAMS] - [DYNAMITE EXPLODES] Sheriff! Sheriff! Oh God, it's terrible. Sheriff, oh, my God. What a scene. Sheriff, it's awful. Oh, my God. Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh. [SCREAMS] [ROMFORD PANTING] Sebastian. Oh, they're dead. They're all dead. It was a bleedin' massacre. I only got a few of 'em, but I'm lucky to be alive. Limey Joe took a bullet. Oh, God, they're all dead. - Everyone? - Everyone. I'm the only one left. It's just me. It's just me. [GUN COCKS] [PIANO PLAYING] [LAUGHS] MRS. ROMFORD: We're free! Oh, our little plan that nobody got killed didn't work out that way. But with everyone dead, I suppose we can rest assured that nothin' inconspicuous is gonna get out. And to make sure of that fact, I'm gonna take that reward that Cassidy was meant to claim, spread it out amongst the widows. Not all of it, mind. Just enough for them to stop diggin'. - Very good. - Very, very good. I suppose that gold split three ways goes a little further as well, now, don't it? - Indeed it does, Sheriff. Yeah. - Indeed it does. May I suggest that we drink up, head over to the jail, pick it up, and then you fine gentlemen can fill out all the necessary paperwork for our insurance claim? Miss Timms. [GUNSHOT] No. No, no! [ALL SCREAMING] [NOONE GURGLING] [COINS JINGLING] [GUNSHOT] [GUNSHOT] A waste of my Next first time You are my own Strongest time Be a better lover Next first time Finish and start it First next time Oh A waste of my Next first time You are my own Strongest time Be a better lover Next first time Finish and start it First next time [GUNSHOT] |
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